The Old Man and the Boy with a Fife

Down along the country lane
a boy prances with his fife
hat askew and blue coat dusty
but piping, “Oh joyous life!”

Above my hoe, I wipe my sweat
and belay him with a smile
begging, “Kindly linger, boy,
and stay here for a while.

For my toil is long and arduous
and the labor hard, unceasing,
but your quick step and music
sings of harvest and of feasting.

And your greenness tells me of newness.
Your vivacity shines like gold.
Your freedom soothes me dearly,
making young what was long old.”

But the boy could not tarry
and he did not cease his dance
but bowed politely for a moment
and then on and on, he pranced.

I watched him in bitter sorrow
but also love welled in my heart
wishing him gentle tomorrows
as we slowly came

apart.

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

10 thoughts on “The Old Man and the Boy with a Fife”

  1. “I watched him in bitter sorrow
    but also love welled in my heart
    wishing him gentle tomorrows
    as we slowly came

    apart.”

    so beautifully written. I especially love the “gentle tomorrows”.

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